The same stream of life that runs through my veins (Song 69) by Rabindranath Tagore
The
same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the
world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It
is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless
blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It
is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in
ebb and in flow.
I
feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And my
pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
The
same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the
world and dances in rhythmic measures.
The
poet celebrates energy, growth, and the everlasting spirit of life. He feels
deeply connected to every living thing on Earth. God is present everywhere, in
everything He has created, and His spirit is within each part of nature in
unique ways. The poet believes that the same life energy flows through him, the
grass, the flowers, and the leaves, filling them with joy and movement. Nature
celebrates with happiness and pride, showing God’s presence in every rise and
fall, like the tides of the sea.
The
poet finds joy in being a part of God's creation and feels a deep connection to
everything around him. His life reflects God's presence, and he is grateful to
share in the endless life that has continued through all ages. He understands
that God’s spirit fills all of creation, giving him a sense of strength,
eternity, and unity with God.
“It
is the same life that joyfully grows from the earth as blades of grass, and
blooms into waves of leaves and flowers.”
The
poet sees God’s spirit as being everywhere. The life that flows through humans
also fills the earth with joy, bringing energy to every leaf and flower. He
believes that both humans and nature are powered by the same life force. Like
Wordsworth, he feels that the souls of both people and nature come from a
universal spirit. Life and joy from God sprout from the earth as grass and
spread through leaves and flowers. The poet feels proud of his bond with nature
and knows his life reflects the Divine, connecting him to the unending life
around him.